And then my finger disappears. Coming down from the orgasm, you feel hot breath on your wet pussy. Through your nose, you gasp again.My tongue feels a...little odd. It has more texture than the tongues you had have on your pussy before. It drags at your flesh as I slowly lick up and down your slit. Next, I use my tongue to play with your clitoral hood piercing.Climaxing in my face does not prompt me to stop. As you climax, you scream and thrash. Grasping your shapely, ample ass, I hold on.. Maggie would have none of that, she grabbed my hand and pushed it up against her pussy. Even with her jeans covering her I could feel the heat coming from her.We started to masturbate each other. As Maggie reached orgasm she pushed her face into my chest to muffle her moans of ecstasy. We both came together just in time or we would have missed our stop. After we exited the train, I put my arms around her and gently ran my tongue over her lips getting them moist. Maggie did not want to. His mother took one look at him and knew it was Bobby, and not Ted, who had fathered this child. She would have loved her new son in either case. She was worried about Ted, though. He had been so hopeful. She solved the dilemma by naming her son Theodore Joseph ... Theodore, after Ted, of course, and Joseph to honor Joe’s memory.Ted was elated, when he found out what she’d named him, but, as soon as he held the baby, he seemed to know.“Maybe the next one could be mine,” he said, cuddling the. "Come on now, tell the truth. Were you masturbating while looking at me?" "Yes, yes I was." now feeling like a complete idiot. "Wow." Cheryl said letting go of my completely stiff cock so that it sprung loose and slapped against my belly. She plopped back down in the chair and was silent for several minutes then spoke. "Did you come?: she asked while again looking at my cock. "No," I said still feeling completely busted. "The fucking ladder slipped and I fell just as I was about to. Cheryl.